The sun has risen on my path again, a new journey has begun,
These rested hands cry out for my tools and my feet beg to run.
The stars dance as the clouds bow before my familiar gaze,
The breath of Earth spreads through the land and clears away the haze.
A new song has been sung from the lips of fate that draws me like a flame,
And now my tortured soul yearns for the birth of its true and final name.
My journeys before have forged my mind into a great and mighty tool,
But the trial that beckons for me now possesses its own secret rules.
So now that the mold is gone and my chains of rest have been sold,
It’s time to find my true self and bend the world so I can shape the mold.
Pulled and pushed, my soul is scarred
Duty and growth my path is marred
Decisions made muddle my sight
Family or self what is my fight?
Teach and learn or lie alone
Respect your blood, love your bones
The angles of life point to light
The links of family grant us might
The compass spins never to rest
The hands of fate demand your best
Eyes locked shut and chained in shadow never to be released
Ninety days of savage wars reigned with no signs of peace
On broken knees and shredded hands the weary find shelter
With virtues and strength they finally break their fetters
Ninety years of peace and knowledge finally finds the key
And with blinding light from above their ancient eyes are free.
Scorched beneath the darkened sun left cracked and dry
Beaten by the starved sands tortured from the tearless sky
Buried by the shattered hopes of an army of broken souls
Bound by chains forged from countless tattered goals
Till a single speck of mist landed on the parched bones
And life was beckoned from the grim and dreary stones
Within the heart of the dusty corpse a grand oasis grew
And now the dreams old have meshed with hopes of new
Broken on the inside with pieces stuck to the bone
This shell is eternal, stubborn and hard like stone
The rays of light seek the path hidden within the scars
But the trek is futile for I am chained within mental bars
I seek the warden who hid the keys from my sullen eyes
As my shepherd rains crimson rain from the golden skies
I hear the drops fall upon this retched and bloody cage
But only pain and confusion oozes from my unjust rage
As the cleansing drops seep into this fragile cocoon
I feel the light of grace raise my soul with the moon
And as this scarred cocoon is slowly soaked and lit
Now fed by grace I have the strength to make it split
The mountains bow down before me
I hear the praises of the endless sea
The sky showers me with heavenly praises
The moon dances between its regal phases
I remember when I was mortal bound by doubt
My voice was chained but my soul could shout
I heard its cries deep within the cage urging me grow
The world shivered as my power started to overflow
And Now I stand more than simple man standing alone
Now I am a master a king and I proudly sit on my throne.
Is this mist or is it light within this place
I am moving but cannot control my pace
I feel nothing, nothing but true fullfilment
I care not for my past in this “happy” moment
What is this place of enigmatic eternity
A strange place between rage and serenity
There is no want or hunger in this space
as I awaken the truth my heart starts to race
Why must I leave this empty room of infinity
To be separated from the truth of my identity.
As I slowly float through this white and murky sea
I breath in my dreams and the bubbles of eternity
Above the waves I hear the roar and hungry bellows of war
And I felt the turbulence as they trod through the milky shore
My eyes watched as the sea slowly turned crimson red
And the depths increased its pressure as it filled with dread
I did not move nor did I flinch as the beast approached in greed
For I new this sea was mine and I had all that I needed to succeed.
In the midst of the sleeping storm I feel life crawling into my pores,
the pain of thought causes boiling sweat to clean and heal my sores.
I remember how I gave up and cast my will aside to sloth and greed,
but deep within my dormant corpse my passion slept inside a seed.
Never again shall I submit to the whispers and songs of doubt and fear,
my strength lies in my passion, will and faith and I will hold them dear.
So I will gather strength from the lessons gained from the scars and lashes.
As I stand in the midst of the world soaked in my own victory covered in ashes.
I smile at lightning
chuckle at thunder
I revel in the fighting
and treasure my blunders
I anticipate the end of life
and savor all of its pain
I love the bounty and the strife
I embrace the drought and the rain
In all things I see the beauty of reality
whether it be shadow or light
I float between genius and insanity
I have rejected the chains of wrong and right.